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[the_antiangst]

Angel, couch by fireplace, tea and paradoxes, magazine, fuzzy gender line.
Also a couple of packages, to which end he's keeping an eye out for a little sister or two.

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[lvpd_sidle]

Sara has casefiles and notebooks scattered beside her on her couch.

"Coffee," she tells the waitrat, ignoring the look of You've had more than the healthy amount, she gets in return.

[the_antiangst]

Sara's already got her skirt, but that's not to say Angel won't talk to her.
"You look busy."

[lvpd_sidle]

"Hmm? Oh, hey. Yeah, you could say I am." She closes one file, stretching. Her back probably sounds like a bowl of rice krispies.

"Cases go cold for various reasons. But when they get reopened, it's both good and frustrating."

[the_antiangst]

"So... what, you're playing connect-the-dots?"
Hey, that's a lot of files. It's a reasonable guess, he thinks.

[empath_wiggin]

Val. Book. Add a couple verbs. Probably the person Angel's looking for.

[the_antiangst]

One of them, yes.
"Special delivery." And with that, one of the packages is plopped in her lap.
Inside is a skirt - medium-dark green fabric with giant white 1960s-style flowers on (a relatively tame choice, given it's Angel). There are also a few of the sparkly things Lethe gave him worked in, but nowhere that Val would end up sitting on one.

[empath_wiggin]

Val blinks. "Did I miss a holiday or something?" She cracks a grin, though, and opens in. "Holy frell, Angel, this is lovely!" She glomps Angel throroughly. "You so didn't have to... thanks so much."

[the_antiangst]

"You didn't miss a holiday, I just felt like making stuff." Angel glomps her right back. "It wasn't a problem in the least. Let me know if it doesn't fit right, and I'll fix it."